I had every intention of going for an eleven mile run today, I really did. I was going to feel the rhythm of my body and breathe and ruminate on the book un-knot the tangled bits and re-think the wobbly bits and meditate on my two main characters, and I would come back refreshed, re-energized, and re-committed to the project. And what’s more, I would be a new woman, a new writer, a new everything.
But then, it snowed.
Blizzard in St. Paul: April, 1923
Courtesy the Minnesota Historical Society
And granted, it didn’t snow as much as it did on those guys, it still is too much for me to bear right now. I want some spring weather, damnit. I deserve it. So I’m drinking tea instead, and meditating on my desperately-in-need-of-sweeping floor, and I’ll be a new woman all on my own. Because it is April 20, for god’s sake, and I am NOT RUNNING IN THE SNOW.
(She stomps away)
(She puts on her running shoes anyway and heads out, cursing the skies)
3 thoughts on “Sometimes, the Weather Has Other Plans”
Could you live with yourself if you had not gone out for a run?
Oh, I could (and often do), but today it was needed.
I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t run anymore (fie upon you, middle age! Fie, I say!). My writing process is so wrapped up in intense physical activity.
I thin you figure things out on how to be active. I was never a runner but I do like to go for a walk with the dog or work in my garden now that I have hit my late 40s.